Fallen Poems

Fallen poems bring the best collection of short and long fallen poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great fallen rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these fallen poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on fallen are here for you.

Fallen men the perpetrators of unspeakable crimes are doomed to suffer in silence behind the bars of infinity even as fate creates a mirage of redemption they are fooled to believe that they can embody a mortal lead a full

Like a fallen angel am I Unloved and unwanted Distressed and disturbed of heart Unable to die and too pained to live. I exist like the walking dead In the realm of the living Waiting for that elusive grace For

Leaves on the trees turning from yellow to brown With a stiff wind soon on the ground Rustling, rustling A pile of leaves so neatly collected Beckoning me so they’re not neglected Rustling, rustling I jump I jump so gleefully

The storm has come. Look there! It’s on the prowl. It will try to waste me; Transferring me from one place to another; Terminating all thoughts of hope, in my soul. The wrinkles, on my face, did smother. People tread

There is this smile again, The curve I never thought I would gain. This feeling of being thrown off a cliff, Worth taking the risk. There is this pain again, Trying to make you happy but in vain. This feeling

To all courageous lives ended with sword, cannon or bullets of lead. To all Brothers… No longer our enemies instead… For Power and Ambition even Friends will part. To silent fallen Heroes always true to a loyal heart. To Courage

I find something beautifully heartbreaking about the sound of a string quartet playing in a minor key. As the first bow glides across the strings my heart moves in ways unknown to me. I close my eyes and imagine I

I am Lucifer the Prince of daemons which I command like a bunch of minions, for with them I annex realms and subjects who are no more than heavenly rejects, distinct from Saints; the apples of God’s eye. In Eden’s

another day I met her on the field… in my heart a passion wakes how many have fallen asleep only I have stayed awake to see the face of the sky drunken moon fugitive moon…………..clouds scattered a spider’s torn web,

Has anyone told you? You make them smile? A little jesting And a crappy day becomes worthwhile… Has anyone told you? Your hugs are like glue They stick back the pieces Broken into two… Have you ever been told? The

I wasn’t impressed by her looks or stature I never thought she deserves a re-look I came to know my friend was interested in her I teased my friend for falling for her I laughed at myself for my friend’s

The little shadow walked into her lonely world, his eyes candid, covered in a helmet, he looked onto hers. Into that dark, holy night of a love unfelt that swirled, Her eyes wandered and recalled “dear love bereaved”, the echoing

People turn to perceive love as a fragrance, spreading from a new bud; Which blossoms and turns into beautiful flower in each passing day But the same bud coarsens and falls apart from the stem, No one realizes the phase

I sit under a tree on a hillock of soft dewy grass My face caressed by the gentle breeze My windy friend, whence came you, whither are you headed? In times of sadness, it sighs consolingly in my ears Even

Ain’t it a paradise when you see, all things beautiful, white and grey? When the melodies of life lit up in glee, all things surreal painted in this air. Ain’t it a heaven as you crawl and beckon, the white

When I am gone, find me in The sunsets and twilight, The billowing and colorful clouds, The waxing and waning of moon, The chirping of birds. The mist over mountains, The music of flowing river, The undulation of the waves,

I love.. The early sounds of dawn. The twitter of birds and the sound of Silence too – as calm and blissful peace they bring. ​ I love.. Fresh jasmine flowers A walk on wet green grass The crimson in the sky with birds

Sitting in a cushioned chair in his living room, absurdly comfortable, while he reads Georg Trakl’s late poems, the old man, himself a poet, drifts into a shallow sleep. He is alone in that place of Being, where desire and

There were tears when you came, There were tears when you left, When you were born they gave you a name. That after you went, but few would recollect. They pulled you down like a tower, They hunted you out

You captivated me, Drenched in raindrops My mind singing in joy, At the sight of you, A fragrance around me, An untold emotion, Deep in my soul. Blossoms of love, That never fades, In ethereal beauty, Of a misty glow,

Come to me as though you were summoned, as though the colour of the evening sky, reminded you of lost love, as though the call of a crow, spoke to you about things inseparable, as though from the depths of

It’s not like, I did not have a choice… But I’m trying to subdue, My innermost voice…! I know intuitions, Show us the way… But this time, I’m not going to sway…!! Because there is nothing, Mortally I can do..

There are three kinds of love, Love that tests you, Love that loves you, Love that doesn’t love you back. The love that tests you, doesn’t conquer, it leads you, to the unfathomable galaxies, most of them are imaginary, where

Those tired eyes open, The forehead gleams with the first sunbeams, The Soul vibrates for a while- And becomes inactive for the day’s rest. That exhausted soul is coming back, Two weary feet are on the dark road, The shadow

for Shimah A nature poem should be about snow hushed woods late at night, a rainbow’s refracted light, counting rings on fallen trees, glades full of honey bees, autumn’s harvest, summer flowers, the sun, the earth, the moon, the stars,

On a lonely day, I stare at the shaking trees, And falling leaves. Deciduous leaves leave the boughs, And a stream flows and stirs about Like a lovely lough. A scene so beautiful, I looked and adored nature’s manoeuvre, What

A pair of reverberating black eyes Moves in the street of dead moths, Under yellow light of forlorn streets Moves uncertainly in a sleepy town, The luminous mist adorns her face, The wounded eyes of poverty Barters a call for

With a sense of certainty, He looked around, To No one but to himself, as she waited for his response, he said, “Your mind is a prison.” For him, it was the best. It was much better than roaming around

The tears have fallen; The Blood has shed. I might be hearing voices. I think I’m in a nightmare. My mind is spinning in a thousand directions; What is happening? I’m feeling out of control; This seems out of my

The exuberant fire that burns within my soul, In that first embrace of a lover’s smile; Shall forever be held, in equality to the power of love. Her servant shall forever wish for her luminous, infallible, tongue. Which speaks of

Why does my heart feel heavy the moment you walk away Longing with every step you take The warmth is gone only your scent prevails Why does my heart glow when you smile at me The sun seems brighter and

A giggle here a giggle there, Wish I was little again, Would have cared less, About the strain and the pain Built castles in the sand, And waited for waves to erase, Would have ambled off in greens, Been lost

Like every morning, he has just returned from his office and is right in-front of one of his roommate and so called friend’s lappy’; Going through all previous messages sent by her on Facebook. No doubt, his life has been

goats ate all the flowers before chased by farm girls all the little rumps flee so pleasant over the grass bees in the clover formal in their golden dresses get their stockings dirty smelling like sneezes there’s a raccoon by

Amidst the terrene of the sparkling stars Under the spell of the mesmerizing shadow of the moon The restless movement of the echoing aqua The illusory innocence of the woods The whole realm and the whole span is lost (in

I stood on the over-bridge, yellow phosphorescence beckons– Round moon like bosom of goddess Venus , nipple for a touch; a lapwing cries over the night. A sudden rustle in the undergrowth awakened the ephemeral days of my youth, fallen